Chapter 266: The 1st clan of force is just protecting their shortcomings and being shameless.

After hearing his son's words, Tailong couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart and said in a deep voice:

"Let's go home first. In my impression, there is no powerful sect that uses blue silver grass as its martial spirit."

"I really didn't expect that Bluesilver Grass could become so powerful. Let's go back and ask your grandpa. Maybe he knows."

"grandfather?"

The expression on Tai Lung's face suddenly became as bitter as a bitter gourd.

"No need. Dad, we are so embarrassed. If grandpa finds out, he won't punish us severely."

"Besides, if he comes to our school to make trouble like you, I won't be able to go to school."

Tylenol snorted.

"We, the force clan, just protect our shortcomings and are shameless. What's wrong? Do you have any objections?"

"I have to tell your grandpa about this. I don't believe that a child can be that strong."

"Listen to what his old man said. It's not shameful to come to pick up trouble. What's shameful is to pick trouble and let people leave."

"If I don't let out this breath, I'll be suffocated to death."

The two strong figures gradually moved away. One of the father and son had a face as swollen as a pig's head, and the other had a face as pale as paper.

It's really as embarrassing as it is.

……

Qibao Glazed Sect.

Ning Rongrong sat on the sofa in the hall and kept shaking her slender legs. Her red lips were so pouty that they could hang on a soy sauce bottle.

She had been back for most of the day, but her father was nowhere to be seen, which made the excitement in her heart gradually fade.

Opposite Ning Rongrong, an old man with a withered face was slowly sipping tea. Although he was sitting there, his figure was still surprising.

He is not a muscular man with extremely bulging muscles, but his entire body frame is surprisingly large.

The sofa that was already very spacious became obviously much smaller when he sat on it.

The clothes seemed to be made entirely of bones, the muscles and skin were shriveled, and the eye sockets were sunken. If seen at night, it would look like a huge skeleton.

The few sparse strands on the head hanging on the scalp are as ugly as they want.

"My little princess, don't be angry. Your father will probably be back soon."

The withered old man put down his tea cup and said to Ning Rongrong.

His voice was very hoarse, like fallen leaves blown by the wind, and it sounded extremely uncomfortable.

Ning Rongrong jumped down from the sand, ran to the haggard old man's lap and sat down. Compared with the old man with a huge frame, she was as fair and beautiful as a doll.

He raised his hand and grabbed the white hair on the withered old man's head.

"I don't care. I've been gone for so long, but my father is not here when I finally come back. He avoided me on purpose, right?"

"Grandpa Bones, you have to make the decision for me."

The shriveled skin on the face of the withered old man twitched, and he said somewhat dumbfounded:

"My little princess, please stop messing with these dead grass on your Grandpa Bones' head, otherwise, I will really become bald and even be teased by that bitch of your Grandpa Jian."

"You asked me to make the decision for you, what should I do? Is there anyone else in the sect who can offend you?"

Ning Rongrong thought for a while and said:

"That's true, huh, no matter what, when dad comes back, I must ask him to give me something good so that I can calm down."

"Grandpa Bones, you have to speak for me."

The withered old man had no choice but to nod his head because of the few stumps on his head.

If someone from the outside soul master world saw him like this, I don't know how shocked they would be.

Known as the most mysterious among the titled Douluo, the Bone Douluo could actually be made like this by a little girl. I'm afraid no one would believe it.

"I knew Grandpa Bones was the best."

Ning Rongrong didn't seem to think there was anything ugly about the old man in front of him. She kissed him hard on the face and then jumped off his lap.

Looking at the lively Ning Rongrong, Bone Douluo's eyes showed a hint of warm doting. It could be said that he had watched Ning Rongrong grow up.

And this little witch's spoiled character since childhood was almost cultivated by him and Ning Rongrong's other Grandpa Jian.

"I heard that our little witch is back?"

"Where is it, Rongrong, come out quickly and let dad have a look."

At this moment, the rescuer finally arrived.

Hearing this voice, Ning Rongrong was excited and wanted to go up to him, but then he realized that he was still angry and quickly turned around with a straight face, facing away from the door.

The charming look on the sand made Bone Douluo laugh for a while.

An elegant middle-aged man walked into the hall accompanied by an old man in white.

And this man was Ning Rongrong's father, Ning Fengzhi, the master of the Qibao Glazed Sect and the number one auxiliary soul master in the mainland.

Ning Fengzhi saw her daughter at a glance, and then remembered Yun Feng at the auction house, but after hesitating for a moment, she still did not say anything directly.

He just strode up quickly.

"Girl, why are you turning your back to dad? It's been almost a year. Dad misses you so much!"

Ning Rongrong turned around fiercely.

"Miss me? That's weird, you wish I wasn't at home."

Ning Fengzhi looked at her daughter's angry look and couldn't help but feel pity in her heart. She sat down on the sofa and reached out to hug her daughter.

Who knew, but Ning Rongrong turned around and dodged.

Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but be surprised when he didn't hug his daughter. Although he was an auxiliary soul master.

But the huge soul power of over seventy levels also had a strong transformation on his body, which was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

Ning Rongrong inherited his martial spirit, which was also an auxiliary type. Although he just hugged her casually, his speed was not slow and his daughter easily dodged it.

Ning Rongrong didn't know that his father was surprised, so he ran directly towards the old man in white and threw himself into his arms.

"Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Jian, I miss you so much, wuwu..."

Ning Rongrong was reunited with her relatives after a long separation. She was still a little girl after all. She was so excited that she burst into tears.

The old man in white hurriedly hugged her little body with regret.

"Good boy, my little baby, you are back. Grandpa Jian misses you too! I miss you so much."

Ning Rongrong raised her head.

"Really?"

The old man in white said seriously:

"Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, ask your Grandpa Bones."

Ning Rongrong blinked her big, clear eyes.

"But, just now Grandpa Bones told me that he thinks a little more than you think about me."

"He farts."

The old man in white didn't give the haggard old man any face.

"Obviously I miss you more."

"You're the one farting."

The withered old man suddenly stood up from the sand. His terrifying height was nearly two and a half meters tall. Coupled with his hoarse voice, he looked even more terrifying.

"Aren't you convinced? Let's go and find a place to fight."

The old man in white puffed up his chest and stared at the opponent without fear.

"Okay, okay, Uncle Jian, Uncle Bone, you have been fighting for your whole life. Rongrong just came back, so let's forget it for today."